"It is I, Matt from every Wii game that has Miis," he said. "I've come to clap your cheeks."

"Oh," Y/N said. "But Matt-kun, I'm in love with 6ix9ine."

"Biitch, he's in prison for all kinds of shit. His skittle ass is probably getting POUNDED rn. You won't see him again," Matt reasoned. "So let's fuck."

"Ok" said Y/N-chan. They did the sex on the table tennis table and it was epic. Sans Undertale watched and touched his blue glow stick dick. This just further aroused Y/N and Matt.

After the epic lovemaking, Y/N bragged to her friends about fuck. They were all so impressed. :)

"Wow, that's so cool! Wait, what's sex?" Said best girl Agitha. "I'm only hmmm ten so I don't know. :3"

"OwO. You pure bean," said Y/N. "The author can change that. Your age, I mean. Not your knowledge of sex 👅💦💦💦"

A/N: Oh god oh fuck I crushed my greasy hand and fingers with a rock. There's blood everywhere oh my god.

Anyways how did my reader chans enjoy the story uwu? Uwuwuwuuwuwuwuwuwu mimimimimimimmimimimmimiimmimmi
Back to the story! Owo

"Nope, that's against the CoC." Agitha ripped off her outfit revealing a cop uniform. "I'm gonna report you to my superiors!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Shouted Pepe the frog, who rose from the grave to eat Donald Trump's juicy ass. "And I do! I'm gonna cuss!"

"No!" Shouted Y/N, whose orbs sparkles with tears. "Agitha might be an undercover cop, but she's still my friend!"

"Not anymore, sweatie." It was none other than my OC, Nutelleana Callcium (face claim is Daniel Radcliffe). You already know what Daniel Radcliffe looks like, so I won't get into the details.

"Oh, ok." Said Y/N.

"Ahhhhjhhhh HEEEEECCCCCKKKKKK-" screamed Pepe, causing both himself and Agitha to cease existing. Suddenly, Matt strolled up, his big dick energy causing everyone to become slightly moister. He slapped Nutelleana's ass and breathed down his neck.

"What are you doing talking to my girlfriend, bitch boy?"

Matt's pure sexual strength, which was only rivaled by Waluigi, had a profound effect on people. Nutelleana suppressed a moan long enough to answer.

"Nothing. C-can I be your girlfriend?"

"No. The only one I love is my babygirl Y/N. And Sans Undertale." Matt said before snapping Nutelleana's neck, killing him instantly.

"Aww, Matt! That's so sweet. ❤️❤️❤️❤️" Y/N said. "Ily, daddy."

"Ugh, call me that again," said Matt as he ripped off his shirt. "My pp is harder than diamonds."

"Did someone say diamonds?" Minecraft Steve popped up. Matt threw his ripped up shirt at Steve with so much force, it caused him to groan before crushing his square organs.

"Nobody should interrupt us now, Y/N." Matt said before making out with Y/N.

"Ok." Said Y/N. Matt put his gargantuan peepee in Y/N's vagina. It was so hot and sexy. Sans wasn't there that time, but Biggie Cheese was. He rapped about Maka Wuhu and how it's hotness is second to Matt and Y/N.

— — —

Y/N was so happy! Senpai Daddy Kun Matt loves her! She decided to be more like him and kill potential threats to their relationship. She rubbed herself remembering how he snapped Nutelleana's neck with his strong hands, and how he crushed Minecraft Steve's organs with a shirt. Y/N made a sexual noise. She looked around to see if anyone had heard.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Y/N stared, blushing, at the disgusted table tennis champion Lucía.

"Uhhh...." Y/N stared her down for a solid three seconds before bludgeoning her to death with her own table tennis racket. Y/N spat on the leftie's corpse, thinking about how good it felt to be so cruel. It was probably the second best thing aside from sex with Matt. Suddenly, Y/N's evil half, Dank Y/N, took over her vessel.

"Y/N baby?" Matt asked. "You good? Wtf, why is Lucía dead on the floor?"

"Muhahahahaha..." Dark Y/N laughed. Regular Y/N hadn't woken up yet, but she was in there. "I killed that thot because she wouldn't let me think about you, my love. Matt..."

She stroked the side of his face. He placed his hand on her hand and held it there a moment. They looked into each other's eyes. Y/N's normally E/C eyes were red, purple, and yellow.

"Bitch, what in the fuck is with your eyes?" Matt tried to back away, but Dark Y/N had him in a tight af grip.

"I love you, Matt. I want you. I will kill for you..."

Matt took the red flags in, and broke her hand so he could escape. He ran as far as he could, while Dark Y/N t-posed after him. Matt finally made it to the docks. He threw Mii Bigley out of his water plane and took it so he could fly away. He flew for a very long time. Dark Y/N screamed in despair. In her rage, she took over Wuhu Island and enslaved everyone.

———

After another night of meaningless sex with her many sex slaves (all of which she pretended was Matt (or Sans or Waluigi if she was feeling real frisky)) the real Y/N woke up in her mind.

You fiend! You took over my body!

You gave into our murderous desires when you killed Lucía, remember? You let me out and I'm here to stay.

Fuck you! Matt is gonna save me and stop you, you fugly skank!

We look pretty much the same, dumbass.

Shit you right.

Dark Y/N knocked Y/N out again to safely resume her control with no obstacles.

———

"Here is your hamburger, sir." The worker dressed like a clown handed Matt his hamburger in a bag. Matt finished pouring cocaine in his orange soda and picked up the bag. He gave the worker a skeptical look.

"If you're dressed like a clown, why do you work at Wendy's and not McDonalds?" He asked.

"They didn't want anymore clowns applying. So I'm stuck in the land of roasts with a sexy redhead bossing me around." The worker said.

"Hey, no socializing when other people want to order, dipshit! Your pasty painted headass isn't getting paid for this, and goodness knows you need the money for cheap rainbow weaves to cover that bigass forehead!" It was Wendy herself. The worker busted a nut in his pants. Matt hadn't fucked a bitch since Y/N left, and although he'd always wanted to bone a verified Twitter roaster, he wasn't going to. Y/N still meant too much to him. It was a fluke, really. He'd never truly felt love for anyone before, but the story was taking this way too seriously.

Matt wiped his ass and slapped his nuts. He was gonna save his (insert tiddy size) gf no matter what. Of course, Dark Y/N had an army and an entire army with various champions of sports. And some other people, but Matt could probably handle them. He ripped open his food bag, spilling fries all over the place.

"Hit or miss, I guess they never miss, huh? You gotta a boyfriend, I bet he doesn't kiss ya! Muah! He's gonna find another girl and he won't miss ya! He's gonna skirt and hit the dab like I'm already Tracer!"

A Nico Yazawa cosplayer was making TikTok videos in the Wendy's.

"Oh, fuck off. Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy a delicious meal with my dragon gf who is actually over 19,000 years old?" A bald man with a mop stuck up his ass remarked. Matt watched with deep interest.

"Yeah, ok. Just remember; good girls go to Venus to drink some Bepis, bad boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider." With that, the cosplayer left. The man relaxed. Matt realized who he was. It was Mr. Clean.

"Fuck yeah, Mr. Clean, can you help me take back Wuhu Island?" Matt asked. He could do it alone, but he knew that Dark Y/N was a main character and had nearly limitless powers. "I'll eat your ass if you agree."

"My legal gf can do that already, but I'll go with you anyway. Is it just us or do you have any other friends?"

Matt's orbs sparkled. "I do have a friend. Let me call him."

After the phone call, Sans Undertale was there.

"heh, whats up gamers?" He said with his Sans talking sound. Matt licked his lips in lust at Sans Undertale's smooth white bones. He shook his head and remembered Y/N's sexy curves. There was no time to distracted by a skeleton thottie.

Matt now had a three person team, four if he counted Mr. Clean's 19,000 year old girlfriend. He could do it alone, but he needed them to distract the enemies while he talked to and saved Y/N from her shelf. He wanted an army to make this go as smoothly as possible, but that itself was nearly impossible. Matt stayed in the Wendy's for three days, talking to the restaurant patrons asking for help freeing the island, but mostly saving Y/N.

"What's was that, fehhhhhh?" Said an owl who somehow entered a restaurant by herself.

"Are you on crack?" Asked a Pikachu who lost his kids in the divorce.

"Hey Fortnite gamers, I need your credit card-" the man was interrupted by Matt stabbing him 28 times. Matt shook his head.

"Damn! Nobody is good! Fuck it, I'm going by myself!" Matt finally left the Wendy's after shitting in the urinal. He went to Wuhu Island to fuck shit up.

———

Dark Y/N had heard tell of Matt's gamble to "save" her, and so prepared her army to defend her at all costs. She looked from the castle balcony at her soldiers preparing for battle.

You won't win, Dark Y/N.

Are you sure?

I know for sure! Matt-kun will save me. There was a reason why we fell in love, and why my old boyfriend went to prison! It was fate and plot convenience!

Ok buddy.

Dark Y/N came out of her mind and returned to the world around here. She wanted Y/N to see how Matt couldn't help her, and hopefully be pacified when they fucked him every night together. She smiled an evil, villainous smile. Hell yeah.

———

Matt landed on the island he once was a professional executioner on. He took a deep sniff of the island air.

"Mmmmmmmm smells like salty ass," Matt said. He walked forward for all of four steps before he was stopped by the champions of the various sports.

"What's good, fuckers?" Matt asked, trying to make conversation.

"We have to kill you. In other news, we replaced you and Lucía." Tommy said.

"Hi, I'm Daisy!" Daisy was holding a sword, but swapped it out for a fucking gun, which was also covered in blood for whatever reason. The other new champion stood erect, his hands folded over his waist.

"You know I had to do it to 'em." Lucky Luciano used so much raw energy in the words, he passed out on the floor. The cycling champion, Anna, was fucking pissed.

"This is stupid!" She screamed before aggressively biking towards Matt. He stabbed her in the abdomen, causing her to fucking die. After witnessing that, the three basketball champions fled, leaving Matt and Daisy to fight. Daisy made a loud noise and brandished the bloody gun at Matt.

"I will shove this up your orifice!" She yelled extremely loud. Matt shrieked like "aaaah!" Matt decided that the only solution was to arm wrestle her, an arm wrestle ex machina, if you will. Of course he won, and Daisy was forced back to the infernal hellhole that is Sarasaland. Matt continued through the island, taking down anyone who tried to stop him.

He was on the bridge, and many enemies stood on the other side. A swordsman was aggressively diddling his mansword before he noticed Matt. He gave the signal before violently finishing. Matt was ready to chop the guy's dick off, but a dragon rammed into the man and pushed him off the bridge to his death. Matt squinted and saw that Mr. Clean was riding the dragon. It must've been his legal girlfriend. Suddenly, bones penetrated all the enemies on the bridge. It was Sans Undertale. Matt was glad to see him, but thought that it was pointless because he could've done it. Matt continued on his way.

———

"Oh, Matt-senpai..." Dark Y/N hugged her Matt body pillow that she commissioned from Toadette's Deviantart page. The pillow had two sides, one with a sexy Matt and one with a sexier Matt. Of course, Matt happened to walk in on Dark Y/N touching her pillow.

"Bitch, wtf? You got a body pillow of me? I can't let you continue to ruin Y/N's life and judgement." Matt said.

"You can't stop me!" Said Dark Y/N. "You can stay here with me, though. Daddy."

"I'm gonna have to decline that offer." Matt summoned all of his power to banish Dark Y/N and save the real Y/N from her bullshit.

"BEGONE, THOOOOT!" The world went dark.

———

Matt woke up in his room, heart pounding in his chest.

"What a wack dream..."

"What's wrong, Matt-kun?" Y/N asked, her E/C orbs sparkling.

"Nothing, babe. Just a wack dream. Wanna make out?"

Then they did. It was so fucking hot.